Jean-Paul Maréchaux, Émigré NoblemanAn elderly scholar and petit nobleman of the Ancien Régime, Mssr. Maréchaux is the last remaining child of his infamous line.

A widower, Jean-Paul had the misfortune of watching his wife and young children fall to disease soon after he had come into his inheritance. The heavily-taxed peasants of the estate spoke of God’s judgment against the wicked line of Maréchaux, for all had heard the tales and rumors of Jean-Paul’s ancestors: Their arrogance and greed were well-known in the region. Some even spoke of heresies and vile sorcery from these depraved noblemen.

In the turmoil of the Revolution, Jean-Paul anticipated that his family’s notoriety would make him a target for the people’s unchecked anger. Despite the fact that he was an affable and courteous man, a quiet scholar who generally left the running of his estates to managers, it did not take long before a warrant was issued for his arrest.

Warned by a servant, Jean-Paul fled to the New World mere months before legislation prohibited such émigrés.

Phillipe is a tall, spare man. He isn't very old, thirty at most, but battle has aged him. He has messy, unkempt black hair, and his clothes are in various stages of disrepair. An old battle wound has done terrible things to his face, leaving a ragged scar all across the right side, destroying an eye, and giving him a smile like an incoming shark. Consequently, he only smiles when he wants to scare someone. Usually he smells like cheap wine, although he's often not visibly drunk.

He joined the army for a couple of different reasons (lack of money being prominent), but found he was ill-suited to military life. The fighting didn't bother him terribly, in fact, he distinguished himself in several battles. However, he had a problem with authority that wasn't him, and was accused of insubordination more than once. So one night, he took his musket and some supplies, and made off.

Something drew him to New Orleans, even though the Spaniards in charge of the territory didn't care for Frenchmen. His uniform has gotten Phillipe into several fights with idle Spanish soldiers. He's made a living gambling in the public houses, winning money from drunken fools, and occasionally taking mercenary work from local landowners. Tracking down runaway slaves, acting as a night watch, the like. He finds his rather alarming facial deformity a boon in this work. He's still not sure what he's looking for in New Orleans, but right now he's just marking time.

PoisonAlchemist: Man Muro, you boost my confidence and then you just go crush it with a heartbreaking work of staggering genius.Pariah: Don't tell him things like that, if his head gets any bigger he'll float off like a weather ballon :p

Joseph is a large man - both in height and girth. He has the typical Brown eyes and hair of his linage, and eyebrows which nearly meet in the center. Normally used to heavy work in the forests, the city life and drink has had its affects on him.

One of the Acadian expellees, exiled by the British government of New Scotland, his family was one of the holdouts and left a little later then other Acadians. After a perilous sea journey during which most of his family succumbed to disease, he found himself in New Orleans.

Now, with a bit of money but no job, Joseph is looking for work and is not too picky about what type. He is willing to work hard - forestry was not a vocation for the lazy, or the timid, but there had better be a good pay pouch at the end of it.

Vinicious is about a little taller than average and of an average weight for his height. His clothes are relatively non-descript, though they are of noticably good quality. He keeps his dark hair cut short, and has recently taken to wearing a partly burnt tricorn.

Vinicios was born in the colony of Brasil, the son of a wealthy family in Rio de Janeiro, and was taught as such as a youth. Schooled in the finest schools, Vinicios soon turned his attention to the human body, and spent many years studying with the local physicians. His parents, wishing him the best education possible, sent him to France to study under the best possible.

Having spent the better part of 8 years in France now, away from home and kin, Vinicios sought passage west, not really caring to much where. Working as a sailor aboard a ship headed for New Orleans Vinicios has come one step closer to his goal, now needing just to find a ship heading south.

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For the love of meat, shut up! No one wants to hear your emo character background! My hands are literally melting away, and I'm complaining less than you!—K'seliss, Goblins

In 1791 the Hatian Revolution began. It is said by historians, that an act of a single vodou houngan of Haiti's local populace, began the Great Expulsion, allowing Haiti to become its own governing nation. Hermanne Petit-Goave was not that houngan, but he was that houngan's apprentice, having joined his master in summoning the loas in drug-induced rapture, and sparkign the Fire of the People!

When all chaos broke out on the island, the young, impressionable Hermanne witnessed his master's death, the demise of Jean-Martin Egouzeide, the legendary sorcerer, better known as 'Great Guhma Snakeleg', and barely escaped with his own life, as the battle raged and the blood ran in the earth. Hermanne found his way aboard a raft and would have perished at sea, if he had not been rescued by spanish slavers, who captured him and brought him to the mysterious northern coast city he had heard of as a child, the New Orleans, the old one being in France, Hermanne knew. When the caravel docked, Hermanne Petit-Goave escaped, killing a lazing crewman, and taking the man's clothes, as well as an odd Napoleonic chapeau he had found on the ship. He lastly took with him a name, the same one the spanish sailors had kept calling him on board. From this day on, in this new city, he would be Papagayo, "the Parrot", as he was mocked by his erstwhile masters. His lao oft came in parrot form when he was a young boy, and thus, the Parrot, would now do.

Papagayo wishes to explore this great city, this melting pot of humanity, and gingerly choose his life's path. Eventually, he muses, he will return to Mother Haiti. In the meantime, the ebon foreigner is comforted in the fact that his laos and his minor sorceries will protect him from the unknown.

PoisonAlchemist: Man Muro, you boost my confidence and then you just go crush it with a heartbreaking work of staggering genius.Pariah: Don't tell him things like that, if his head gets any bigger he'll float off like a weather ballon :p

I've posted for every character I have complete info for the intro, as promised. Wulf and Scras will be here soon, I hope. I will bring them both in when I have their respective characters.

My plan was to post once a week, but it seems that some of you are here more often and post quickly.

So here is the plan...I'll post every 2 days or so when I can during the week, and most likely 2 - 3 times over the weekends (Fri, Sat, and Sun). I will point out that I will only post for active characters, so if you don't post, I won't post anything directly concerning your character.

If you think this will be a problem, reply and I'll try to set a better interval for my posts.(I am a bit impatient in forum games, ask Muro! I'll do my best to accommodate all player needs.)

Feel free to post up any questions or concerns here and I'll address them expediently.(Please, no questions about foreign languages or unfamiliar words and phrases. I'm sure your Google-Fu isn't that bad...)

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"Every normal man must be tempted at times to spit upon his hands, hoist the black flag, and begin slitting throats." ~Henry L Mencken

I've only got one problem with this schedual, and this problem centers around a pretty weird habit of mine. Something about me disappearing from the AUR game every once in a while for a week at a time. I'll try to stay posting whenever I can, but if I'm gone for 2+ posts in a row, feel free to drag me along.

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For the love of meat, shut up! No one wants to hear your emo character background! My hands are literally melting away, and I'm complaining less than you!—K'seliss, Goblins

I will, as you may have noticed, add "cut scenes" every now and then. These are for a reason. They will (hopefully) add to the overall "feel" of the story as well as add other elements to the game that would otherwise go unnoticed. (Please remember, the scenes are not PC knowledge!)

If they prove to be ineffective in the telling of this story, I will discontinue the insertions.

With that said.....

« Last Edit: February 24, 2007, 04:00:57 PM by the Wanderer »

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"Every normal man must be tempted at times to spit upon his hands, hoist the black flag, and begin slitting throats." ~Henry L Mencken

An interchange to illustrate just how unreasonable Wanderer is being:(Edited creatively to emphasize my point, at the expense of everyone else in the room...)

[the Wanderer] 10:52 am: (I need a proper body count... )

[Wulfhere] 10:53 am: Obviously, Jean-Paul needs a burly servant to die dramatically while he watches in horror...[Wulfhere] 10:54 am: I'll hire the first ne’er-do-well that I run into....

[the Wanderer] 10:54 am: Um, no. Jean-Paul can watch in horror as HE dies...retainers cost money, and you all are considered a bad omen at the moment.

[Wulfhere] 10:55 am: "Here, garcon, put on this red coat..."

[the Wanderer] 10:55 am: lol

[Wulfhere] 10:56 am: A man of Jean-Paul's decadent lineage, without even a decent valet to brush his jacket? (shudders)

[the Wanderer] 10:56 am: He's hiding from his past, remember?

[Wulfhere] 10:58 am: Hiding from his past, but not deliberately roughing it! Do you expect the man to even cook his own food? Have no one to pour his bath? Polish his own boots? Egad![Wulfhere] 10:58 am: He had no idea that the Americas were so barbaric!

[Wulfhere] 11:01 am: A stranger in a muddy world, poor Jean-Paul needs a servant, someone to be eaten by monsters while he heroically flees to get help. Even an Irishman would do.

[the Wanderer] 11:02 am: He's trying to convince me to put a body between him and danger in a horror RP...while hiding his past.

[manfred] 11:02 am: A local guy perhaps?[manfred] 11:03 am: Someone the 'sahib' has rescued, and now admires him strongly?

[Wulfhere] 11:05 am: Nice try, Manfred!

[the Wanderer] 11:03 am: And he (along with the other PCs) are being viewed as a "bad omen" to the locals, specifically the slaves and religious sorts.

[Wulfhere] 11:09 am: All right, Wanderer. Jean-Paul will face the horrors alone, but if he has to fight a vicious travesty of humanity with his cravat not properly starched, I'm holding you personally responsible.

There you go, trying to be reasonable now! Just because Jean-Paul's made NO effort to hire anyone and is a complete stranger to everyone in the city (he hopes!) you want to deny him basic creature comforts like good cooking or having someone to die in his place while he flees.

A cruel tyrant, that's what you are!

(I REALLY shouldn't antagonize the GM just before he plans to post...)